Good news and bad news.

Good news: I'm pretty sure I found my new church.  And it didn't take long for me to feel that way.

Bad news:  That was because I had a seizure in the middle of service. Oh, how I wish I were kidding.

And then the day just sort of went downhill from there as I came down with what must be a nasty stomach bug (this is written a couple days later) and went to bed at about 5:00 and didn't move unless it was to go to the bathroom.  Holly was unusually nice and did all my laundry with hers and even folded it all and put it all back in my room.

And yeah.  That was Sunday.